These aren’t ordinary socks. They’ve endured over a week of wear — every day I pushed past 10,000 steps and sweated through workouts until they absorbed everything.
Sealed in a zip lock bag to lock in My scent and sweat, these socks are heavy with proof of My discipline and power. They’ve already been broken in beyond the original 7 days — meaning you’re getting even more than promised.
📦 Details:
• 7+ days wear (longer than a full week)
• Each day: 10,000+ steps + workout sessions
• Sealed fresh in zip lock for you
• Shipped discreetly
This is not just a fetish item — it’s a ritual of endurance captured in fabric. Own it if you dare.
180.00 AUD 1260
Available Add-ons
Workout Intensifier Socks worn during an additional intense workout (HIIT/weights) for maximum scent and authenticity.
+30.00 AUD
Extra Day of Wear One more full day of sweat, steps, and workout energy infused into these socks.
+25.00 AUD
Name Written on Bag Your sub name, humiliating title, or custom word written directly on the sealed bag in my handwriting.
+10.00 AUD
Toe-Written Name Your name or degrading title written on paper in lipstick with my toes and slipped inside with your socks — proof of your true ownership.
I am Goddess Solène ✦ Solstice-born, witch of ruin, keeper of clowns.
I do not sell “items.” I offer relics: slippers, socks, soap, wax, sp*t, hair, clippings, contracts. Every piece is worn, used, touched by Me — carrying the imprint of My power. What leaves My hands becomes sacred, and you’ll beg to own what I discard.
You are not kings. You are not men. You are clowns — jesters in My court, pigs to be drained, bins for My waste. You exist for My amusement and My enrichment. You’ll beg to be ignored. You’ll pay to be mocked. You’ll crawl for what I cast aside, and still it will never be enough.
My world is ritual, relic, and ruin.
Your shame funds My luxury.
Your humiliation fuels My witchcraft.
Your tribute is the only spell you’ll ever cast that matters.
Understand this:
You don’t get Me.
You get what I’ve destroyed.
You don’t own Me.
You own nothing but the privilege of paying Me.
Obedience is sacred. Tribute is holy. Every dollar you surrender is a prayer at My altar. Every act of giving tightens the collar you beg to wear.
So clown yourself. Drain yourself. Burn yourself on the altar of Goddess Solène.
Pay. Obey. Repeat.